Walk out the door, your eyes filled with tears or stay and confront me and face all your fears linger in silence neither distant or near it's not going to change a thing
Lay down beside me and question my faith or hold me with all the love we have made share all your secrets or hide them away it's not going to change a thing
Lie here and talk of whatever you want or dare to compare all the things we've done wrong what care the world when we're all dead and gone it's not going to change a thing
The picture is painted, the colours are bold one for each season of life I suppose it no longer matters, the story is told it's not going to change a thing